Irritating, smartass, beautiful Dean Winchester joins Cas on the ferris wheel – quite to Cas’s chagrin until it’s realized that Dean is afraid of heights.
Rated T for swearing.
He’d wanted to be alone. Or at least, that was what Cas was telling himself as one Dean Winchester climbed up the metal steps and slid into the seat beside him. Trying to ignore the irritation that threatened to tick away at his patience, Cas turned to look in the opposite direction, the clerk who manned the ferris wheel clicking the safety bar before them into place and backing away.
All Cas had wanted was to get to the top and look down on the fair. It was one of the few joys he got at such gatherings, and he liked to think it gave him perspective in a life that was hard to find such. A calming sort of practice so to speak, and the closest he could get to the sky being away at college. He had a pilot’s license, but the university wasn’t exactly down with the idea of him parking his plane in the parking lot, so it had to stay with his parents – three whole hours away.
Instead of that simple joy however, he was stuck with know-it-all Dean Winchester. The one person that, in all the Lit classes Cas had taken since he’d started college two years prior, he couldn’t stand. They clearly had the same English major as they ended up in classes together all the time, and it didn’t seem to matter what Cas had to say, Dean always had to comment. Always had to try and one-up him on every analysis, every answer, every single thing he said. It’d gotten to the point where Cas had started the same game back, which left them to struggle for dominance while their profs watched on in brow-raised silence.
Truly, Cas despised no one else more.
"Hey, Cas," Dean greeted a moment after they were locked in, Cas pursing his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. Dean was holding into the safety bar, his hands tight as he stared down at the metal foothold where their feet sat.
"Hello, Dean," Cas replied flatly.